Fuck a girl you really don't want to fuck? Maybe.

If no one is going to go to the ball park, no one is going to stop them. That wisdom from Yogi Berra has its corollary in sex clubs. If there’s no good reason for most men to go to a sex club, that’s not going to stop them. I’ve been to a bunch. And I can say with some authority that there is no good reason to go. If you get laid – and that is a major “if” – it’s not going to be with a porn star. If you’re the lottery winner, it’s going to be with a partner more average than you dare imagine. It’s going to be less erotic and more pathetic than you’d like. And remember getting laid is an “if” not a “when.” I’d venture that in all my sex club visits, fewer than half the guys even pulled their puds out of their pants. Even fewer – less than 10%? – put a penis anywhere near a female orifice. The number who came, even less. My first sex club was in New York City. Billed as upscale, it really wasn’t. The apartment was nice. Nothing else was. The girls surely weren’t. These were hard-looking women (not girls) whose eyes communicated distance when we were looking for desire. Outnumbered by a factor of five or more, the women also seemed not to be doing anything. A couple of couples pared off in individual private rooms. I had the impression these were transactions. One woman obliged one guy by whipping his ass. What was most remarkable about that was this man had the largest set of balls I’ve ever seen. They seemed to hang halfway to his knees. Just saying. So I left. One of the softest of the women followed me out. Offered to blow me on the street. She was a transsexual, it turned out. The answer was no. Would have been the same were she a woman. One of the worst sex clubs I ever visited was in Eastern Pennsylvania. Dirty. Trash on the floor. Trashy people. And nearly all of them men. Nearly all of them pathetic. Hear me out on this point. In the main movie room, some guy who thought he was a stud was being served by a pack of guys who couldn’t have been more ordinary and less special. “Stud” was below average in looks and a little above average in dick. This seemed to be enough status to allow him to order his minions around. Suck me. Suck him. Jack off. And so on … I was watching this side show entirely out of intellectual curiosity and not turned on at all when he broke off contact and sidled next to me. Take out your dick, he told me. No, I said. Suck mine, he said. No, I said. Time to move on. On another occasion, some guy brought his girl to the club. She clearly didn’t want to be there. Arms wrapped tight around her torso, she kept her hoodie over her head. He announced that she’s ready for a big dick. No she wasn’t. She was ready for this to be over. Undeterred, some regular guys presented regular dicks. I took mine home. Not a scene I care to remember. While these are more extreme examples, they’re not that far from the norm I’ve observed at half a dozen clubs or more. Few women show up. Even fewer participate. Among the very few who do, there isn’t a lot of passion or excitement. It’s more transactional. And then there is the transsexual dimension. If anything, the transsexuals seem to be the group partaking in the highest percentages. Some guys are okay with that. Not that there is anything wrong with it. Some guys do get to fuck women who actually want to fuck at these clubs. It’s true. Know this though. Most of those women are middle-aged at best. Many, maybe most, are past their 40s. Most are plump. You wouldn’t choose them for their faces. But don’t despair. You get to come …. You don’t have to take them home…. If you’re lucky. Don’t feel sorry for me, either. I got a blowjob once from a decent looking girl once at one of these clubs as I described in a review here: Freaks and me | The Ultimate Strip Club List (tuscl.net). The one I regret, however, came another night when an attractive woman walked into that club with her man. They settled onto a bench and began making out. As she started to strip, he announced that she was there for him, not us. That was a disappointment on several levels, especially when she revealed what easily is one of the best sets of tits I’d ever seen. So we watched them fuck. Better than nothing. It was worth the trip. Try it if you have to find out for yourself. Just remember I told you. I told you that you wouldn’t be fulfilling your fantasy. That is unless your fantasy is to wait in line to fuck a girl you really don’t want to fuck. Or if you like the trannies.